They're refilling the gas tanks
At the station. Wasn't drink
Or drugs, wasn't the gambling,
Didn't do nearly enough
Of any, sometimes didn't
Do none. Wasn't the shopping.
Didn't want much anything,
But it was still the spending,
The loathing of the money,
Of the income. Pick something.
What it was worth I doubled,
Goods and services alike.
Bought my way to the bottom.
Scraped the bottom of the tank.
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